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New paragraph. Passage without him. As in life, which is now live. There is no place to him, no place to us, no place for the old feelings and dreams. Now here is just me. And now when I decide how and with whom to live. I like Kerry from a favorite series, simply meet with young people, without obligation, who are now in general need a serious relationship? Who needs love? People stopped to see the good in each other. Why do it if you only have sex? Maybe you should not look for a prince, but just a few years to get married and do not fool yourself and others head light novels? Moreover, why should I love, if I want to travel? Discover the world? Together do it much more difficult. Moreover, now there is no one person whom I could call the applicant for the role of her boyfriend. I am writing these lines, but in my head pulsates name Bozhok. Or maybe he is just someone who I really need? Continuous flow of thoughts into a written sheet of paper. And there's Musik Musik ... or not. For 4 years I was never able to determine and define the place for him in my life. Who is it for me? Friend? Guy? Rather, it is not, and not another. Strange state. Perhaps it's not easy to be between these two definitions. In his place I would have killed me, or forgotten forever and would find myself a normal girl, no pens and such a large cockroaches in my head. God, how many questions on a single page. This letter is an abnormal person to space, a large, vast territory that I'm ...